The first time mum died;
a corpse with lungs filled with air
my feeble eyes dazzling like the stars
saw through my confine
his hands a cuff around her neck
an over-weighted rock
his blazing red eyes
a heated metal
burned hard until she hit the ground
a stiff dried helpless wood;
a smith that mild the soul of feminal
My bones grew to call him father
NB: There is no better way to start the year than Speaking up against Gender based violence 🤗 I will be doing a 14 days GBV awareness….
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